Glen Ransom - The experiment

After brief religious ceremonies, the cortege, consisting of a small group of close family friends followed the plain black hearse into the cemetery to the grassy knoll where two freshly dug graves had been prepared. During the graveside services, Lisa had stood numbly between her aunt and George Colby, but as the caskets were being lowered into the twin graves, the finality of the tragedy had finally reached her and she began to sob hysterically. George Colby held her back as she struggled to reach the coffins, now disappearing into the earth. Later they called in the family doctor and the sedative had done its job.

That painful memory of the funeral jarred Lisa back to the presence of her darkened bedroom. Her head was throbbing and the sedative had left her mouth parched and dry. She decided to get up and make her way to the kitchen to get some ice water.

As she groped her way down the hallway, she could hear distant voices coming from her parent's bedroom. It sounded like Thea and Mr. Colby… but what would he be doing here at this time of night, she wondered approaching the bedroom door. A shaft of light penetrated the darkness of the hallway from the slight opening in the crack between the door hinge and the wall. Through the slit, Lisa could clearly see her aunt standing by the bed talking to Mr. Colby. She seemed coldly aloof, although she was dressed in a filmy black negligee. They both held drinks in their hands. Lisa gave a nervous gulp, as she began to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Just what are you talking about," Thea sneered. "As far as I'm concerned, there isn't anything to discuss about the way it used to be… that was over with years ago when you left me to marry that dowdy little bitch with all the money."

"You know I was trapped into that," he defended, reaching for her naked arm, "I have no deep feelings for my wife. How do you think it feels trying to make love to a cold unresponding statue?"

"An unresponding statue," Thea mocked as she jerked her arm back away from him, "that's the biggest laugh I've had all day." She set down her drink and flayed down on the large canopied bed, stretching her body seductively over the satin bedspread. "Well, I've got some important news for you, George. You never moved me one inch, not any of your fumbling attempts at making love to me moved me. Not one inch." As she made her proclamation she threw her head back in gleeful laughter, delighting in the man's discomfort and mounting anger.

"Bitterness is not becoming to you, Thea," he replied dryly, "I see you still have a tendency towards theatrics, though you could have hardly lied to me when I was between your legs. You were always begging for it like some back-alley slut."

"Liar," she shrilled, jackknifing her legs against the bed and flinging the ice cubes from her drained glass at him. The quick thrust of her arm snapped the thin strap of her transparent gown and the flimsy material fell, exposing a firm, well-rounded breast.

Visibly shaken at the sudden sight of her soft, fleshy mound, George took a quick gulp from his glass and set it down on the nightstand beside her. Still gazing at her breast in a mesmerized trance, he removed his jacket and started to undress.

Thea glared back at him, making no attempt to cover herself. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to prove to you that you're wrong," he rasped in a hoarse whisper, letting his pants fall to the floor.

Lisa gasped as she watched George completely shed his clothing. He was standing in front of her aunt stark naked with his penis at a partially erect angle, pointing down at the mocking woman sprawled indifferently on the bed beneath him.

Thea looked strikingly lovely in the soft bedroom lights with her long, almost jet black hair cascading down, framing her clear translucent skin in a dark velvety background. The tight chignon that she usually wore in a harsh and severe style now hung loose in long flowing strands, seeming to take years off her age. She looked like a young girl again. Her features were clear-cut, almost aristocratic and her small slightly uptilted nose defined her strong will and stubbornness, but the intensity of her eyes now belied the cold manner she was trying to project. Her large hazel-green eyes glistened with mounting excitement as she watched the tormented man kneel on the bed ready to mount her. Without warning Thea reached forward and grabbed George by the back of the neck, pulling his face close to hers, almost touching, bringing his lust-filled eyes within inches of her face.

"Is it me or the money," she hissed, digging her finger nails deeply into the back of his neck. "Now that all of this is almost mine, is that what brought you here tonight?"

"No, it's you… it's you," he muttered, pulling the slippery gown from her body and leaving her naked beneath him. The sweet smell of her perfume maddened him and his hands, rough on her skin, reached down cupping her buttocks tilting her hips upward so that the throbbing swollen head of his cock grazed deliciously over the matted pubic hairs that covered the soft, fleshy opening of her cunt. He began kissing her breasts, her belly, then moved his lips down to the dark pubic mound between her legs.

"Open your legs," he commanded, nuzzling at her closed thighs with a desperate persistence that caused a slight shudder of sudden passion to ripple through her.

"Yes," she answered, writhing beneath him and obediently widening the gap between her legs. "Oh, yes, yes!" she groaned, now completely consumed by the manipulations of his rigid tongue caressing the open slit of her vagina.

It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her hungry clasping crevice. Thea moaned as a fountain of dream-like ecstasy surged through her, possessing and tormenting her while at the same time releasing in a rising tide of desire the surpressed feelings she had kept hidden within herself for so long.

Her tensed body prayed for relief as it strained up against her lover's probing tongue, shuddering and chilled from the sexual stimulation that consumed her. With a deep, penetrating moan, she kicked her wide-spread legs back over her head and pulled his tongue deeper into her vagina, now well-lubricated with cuntal secretions.

George began making wild, incoherent sucking noises as he rapidly thrust his rigid tongue in and out of her upthrust crotch while the ragged lips of her dilated vagina seemed to cry out for release from the unsatiated torment that filled her womb. Her head dangled loosely over the edge of the satin covered pillow, with her mouth slack, giving small pleading sounds of encouragement to him as he worked over her burning cunt with a wild abandon.

Lisa stared through the door crack, hypnotized at the writhing couple on her parents' bed, shocked by their obscene exhibition. She knew she should run, but something deep and intangible inside her senses kept her feet cemented to the floor, though she could not understand what the strange feeling was. She gave a sharp intake of breath as she saw Thea's claw-like fingers grasping like a blind person's at the stiffened penis that bobbed wildly against her body.

"Put it in, for Christ's sake," she pleaded, "stick it in me before I lose my mind."

Her plea had no sooner left her lips when he reached down, and grasping his long hard instrument, began rubbing the swollen bulbous head between the wet, open mouth of her cunt. Lisa watched horrified as his buttocks tightened and with a quick downward thrust of his hips, sunk the sinewed shaft deep into the moist gaping channel between her legs. Then, with a slow, rocking movement, the huge pulsating instrument began to inch its way past her straining vaginal muscles to her deepest depths. Her aunt pumped her buttocks rhythmically up at his crotch, sucking him farther and farther inside of her. A resounding slap of flesh against flesh cut sharply through the air as his pelvis smacked against hers with the force of a hard, well-aimed blow. Thea let out a gurgling moan as the impalement of her body spread through her senses, sending small, quick shots of electrical sensation coursing through her quivering body.